Poem; "The Stalker Silkie," part two...

The Stalker Silkie, continued

Cassie said to him,
over their dinner out,
"This has got to stop.

This, man, is not cool.
This is not romantic.
This is out of line."

And the Silkie shrugged.
Said, "I don't get out much."
"Well," she said, "you're wet!

"Who'd want you around?
Dripping and leaking and
messing up the place!"

"Where I live," he said,
"Things are already wet.
So nobody minds."

"Then stay there," she said.
"We could be friends," he said.
"Why me?" Cassie asked.

"Out of all the ones
you could have picked...